The clouds ache bleakly

黑压压的剧痛冷酷无情

and when they can manage it

而且，如果它们能够做到，

crush someone's head in

会碾碎某个人的脑袋

without a sound of anger.

却不发出一声怒叫。

This is a brutal mystery.

这是一种残忍的奥秘。

We meet in the streets

我们相遇在大街上

with our hands in our pockets

我们把手插在我们的兜里

and snarl guiltily at each other

并恶狠狠地互相咆哮

as if we had flayed a cloud

好像我们是在怒斥那疼痛的一团

or two in our salad days.

或者两团在我们血气方刚的时候。

Lots of things do blame us;

很多事物都要谴责我们；

and in moments when I forget

而有些时候当我忘记

how cruel we really should be

我们真正要做的事多么残酷

I often have to bite my tongue

我经常不得不咬破我的舌头

to keep from being guilty.

以避免会感到有罪。